A Home That Isn’t Home

I first wanted to write something about family nine years ago. Later, I wondered why I didn't turn it into a novel. Then I changed my mind again. So many doubts kept me hesitating, wavering, and feeling lost for nearly ten years.

A new year has begun. When I lie down to rest at night, I often wonder: if one day I grow old and die, no one will record anything about this family, and no one will know about it.

So I've made up my mind to give writing a try, no matter what. Even if nobody reads it, it will be a way to honor my youth and the wish I've held onto.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.